sunmotes

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

—~Rabindranath Tagore

The only way you can really postulate any kind of a goal at all is imagination. And if you don’t postulate high-flown goals—if you don’t hitch your wagon to a star—it’s a cinch you’re not going to get up to the top of the pine tree, because it takes that much to get this much.

“You know, in Alice in Wonderland it says you have to run just to keep up. You have to run twice as fast if you want to get anyplace.

—L. Ron Hubbard

The artist works with life and with universes. He can deal with any level of communication. He can create any reality. He can enhance or inhibit any affinity.

—L. Ron Hubbard

Let yourself be led by the child you were.

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The Book of Exhortations (via oceanofmind)

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